We’ve all had something like this happen to us. Maybe you go to the bathroom only to find out that your fly has been down for God knows how long. Or you look in a mirror and realize you were just flirting with your cute co-worker with a terrible blot of kale stuck in your teeth the whole time. Maybe you didn’t notice a stain on your shirt, or had toilet paper stuck to your shoe as you came sashaying out of the ladies room. These kind of embarrassing bobbles of personal appearance happen from time to time, because we are human beings, fallible and messy and never quite as in control of the world as we would like to be.

With that in mind, I think we should all extend the forgiveness we afford ourselves when such things happen to Angelina Jolie, who made an appearance at the premiere of HBO’s movie adaptation of The Normal Heart last night sporting some very visible face powder. It’s there on her cheek and neck, white like talc, glaring in the camera flashes. And that’s the thing, it probably wasn’t noticeable until a million flashbulbs trained their glow on her striking visage. Anywhere else but a brightly lit movie premiere and it probably would have gone unnoticed. But, unfortunately, she had a premiere that particular day, and so it did get noticed. Oh, well!

That’s all you can say, right? Oh, well. Shit happens. Makeup oopsies occur. She looks fine anyway. In most of the photos, it just looks like a weird trick of the light, which in some ways it is. But people will point and say something about it anyway, because it’s Angelina Jolie, a rare god roaming the Earth, that we’re talking about, and not some random person, some anonymous fool like us, whom we’d expect to make such a gaffe. And sure, some makeup staffer of Jolie’s probably should have noticed this issue and done something about it before she went in front of the cameras, but they didn’t. So it happened. Like the rest of life, it just happened. So you say oh well and you move on. That’s all you can do. [Us Weekly]

January Jones is moving house. She’s put her Los Feliz home up for sale for $1.495 million, though she bought the place for around $1 million just five years ago. There’s no official word yet on where she’s moving, but she’s apparently been looking at places in Pasadena. The bigger question here, though, is who wants to live in January Jones’s old house? There must be some interested buyers out there. People who want to stand and stare placidly out the window for hours exactly where January Jones used to stand and stare placidly out the window. Interested parties who want to sit by the wall, blinking in the same place that January Jones sat by the wall, blinking. I’m sure the place will sell in no time. [Daily Mail]

Michelle Williams, the one who was not in Destiny’s Child, has split up with her boyfriend of a year, artist Dustin Yellin. The pair had been pretty low-key during their courtship, only photographed together a few times. So we don’t even know for sure how long they were dating. They could have been just friends! What do we know about this Dustin Yellin anyway? Well, we know this, thanks to Us Weekly: “the hipster, 38.” Yes, Us Weekly refers to him as “the hipster” as casually as they would say “the actor” or “the businessman.” The hipster. That’s what he is. The hipster. Sure, they mention that he’s an artist earlier in the article, but still. The hipster, 38. What a thing. I know we’ve been saying it for a couple years now, but I think this officially means that the word hipster is done. That it has been used up, exsanguinated, sapped of all meaning. It is a nothing entity where nothing lives, like certain corners of January Jones’s house. The hipster, 38. That’s it. We’re done. Goodbye, word! [Us Weekly]

Kelly Rowland, who was in Destiny’s Child, got secretly married without telling anybody last Friday. Well, I mean, she told some people, obviously. But she didn’t tell the public. This happened in Costa Rica, and her former bandmate Beyoncé and Bey’s sister, Solange, who’s been busy lately, are said to have been guests. So that’s nice. Something small, intimate, without all the paparazzi attention. Not that, y’know, the paparazzi attention would have been all that huge for this particular wedding, but still. Let’s just say that Rowland did the smart thing by jetting off somewhere nice and doing it in private, just in case there had been, y’know, like helicopters filming it and whatnot. There probably wouldn’t have been! But maybe there would have? Either way, congrats! [Us Weekly]